Fucking a Horse

Fucking a horse, she showed no remorse,  
she couldn't help but rock back and forth.  
As she moaned and she swayed in the barn full of hay,  
she'd completely forgotten the time of the day...  

"Oh good morning!" She said, with a smile on her face,  
Good ol' Karen was a girl who left not a hint of disgrace.  
Sheltered by a family of Mormons in slacks,  
She went to private school, and kept her hymen intact.  
So as any sane person might've expected,  
no one in town —no not one had suspected,  
that good ol' Karen was getting her pussy injected.  
 
As she crept in, the door closed with a creak,  
Step by step towards the steed's cock that she seeked.  
Beneath this poor creature, did her hands smoothly glide,  
Then swift as a spy Karen stuffed it inside.  
 
As her sinful snatcher puckered the flaccid hose of a stallion's,  
She eagerly awaited the force of 10,000 battalions...  
 
Fucking a horse, she showed no remorse,  
she couldn't help but rock back and forth.  
As she moaned and she swayed in the barn full of hay,  
her pussy was sloshing and this horse was getting laid.  
 
Back and forth, forth and back, the horse pile-drived her soggy crack.  
As minutes flew by, it became less and less shy,  
"faster...FASTER!" it seemed to cry.  
Her cunt sucked and it chewed on the steed's prick as if food,  
Until finally her bitch lips began to ooze.  
The colt's cock bolted and grew, grew, jolted and blew, until a wave of  
glue spewed and covered Karen in dew.  
 
She twisted, moaned, shouted and cooed,  
thanking the horse for the bliss he imbued.  
But at this point, even the horse knew  
...that this was a very very wrong thing to do.  
 
Fucking a horse, she showed no remorse,  
she couldn't help but rock back and forth.  
No one knew —no, no one suspected, for a stunt like this could get you arrested,  
That good ol' Karen was getting her pussy injected.